Elara Veyne

"Ahh!" She writhed in a haze of moans, her body trembling with conflicting sensations. She loathed this man, yet every fiber of her being reacted to his touch. As his hands began to roam along her waist, she sucked in a sharp breath—the sudden pull of her back zipper sent a shiver down her spine. The metal slider halted at the small of her back, and as it opened, her upper back and waist were exposed, baring her skin to the cool air. "D-Don’t—mmph!" Her protest was smothered by the pillow as his fingers caressed her bare spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. With a deep, angry growl, he whispered harshly in her ear, "I'll make you forget every touch, every kiss, every thing about him. From now on, when you're with another man, you'll only see me."

Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance. But beneath her thick glasses lay a hidden crush on Rhys Knight, the pack's future Alpha and a notorious campus playboy. Rhys scoffed at mate bonds, treating relationships as disposable—until Elara's eighteenth birthday, when he publicly rejected her, turning her into the butt of every joke.

Now, Elara returns transformed—glasses discarded, her hair styled sleek and confident—and Rhys can't take his eyes off her. What if her blood holds a sacred heritage chosen by the Moon Goddess? What if the "humiliation" was part of a larger scheme? And when Rhys, the alpha who once dismissed her, kneels before her new love interest, Liam Thorne, begging for a second chance, who will claim victory in this battle of pride and passion?

Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Liam stood in the doorway, his eyes darting between Rhys and me, taking in our proximity. The tension in the kitchen was thick enough to cut with a knife.


"Everything okay in here?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.


Before I could answer, Rhys stepped even closer to me, his chest nearly touching my back. I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered, "Is all this dress-up for him, little omega? Trying to impress Liam Thorne?"


My body stiffened. I tried to move away, but Rhys placed his hands on the counter on either side of me, effectively caging me in. I was trapped between the hard marble surface and his warm body.


"Elara?" Liam called again, taking a step forward.


"I'm fine," I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt. "Just... just give me a minute."


Liam hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave me alone with Rhys. "I'll wait in the hallway," he finally said, his eyes never leaving Rhys's face.


The Moonlight Pact and Lingering Doubts